Characters belong to respective entities: Joss Whedon, Christopher Nolan, DC Comics and Arrow creators (kreisberg, guggenheim, berlanti) This is a three story crossover and will be posted on multiple forums as this site doesn't allow for a third crossover category...If you are new to this story, it is a continuation of Faith's Dark Knight and that atoey shojld be read first to get context for this follow-up! Hope you all enjoy!

After everything he and Faith had been through together, Bruce couldn't believe that he was finally going to be a Father. The road to get here had been long...Discovering that Slayers, Vampires and Demons were real...that magic really existed...it had all led to his beautiful wife barreling into his life and changing it irrevocably for the better. When Faith had died, Bruce had thought he'd never know happiness again but when she'd come back to him, he vowed in that moment that he would never, ever let her go again.

When they'd returned to their Penthouse, Bruce led Faith up to their room and took his time making love to his wife. They hadn't gone this long in their marriage without sex...the longest had been a little over a week when Faith had been in Rome and Bruce had left to London for business. It had taken him over a week to close the deal he'd been after, but by the end...he'd been a jumbled mess of sexual frustration. Up until that point, they'd had sex almost daily...and it had often confounded Bruce how Faith had not gotten pregnant early on in their marriage.

But once he'd realized how different Slayer biology was to normal human biology it made a bit more sense. In a conversation he'd had with Rupert Giles about a year ago, the man had admitted that there had never been an active Slayer who'd gotten pregnant...Robin Wood's mother had given birth before she'd received the call. Bruce hadn't been overly concerned at that time, but now that his wife was pregnant with their first child, he felt an overwhelming need to protect her and keep her safe.

"You're brooding." Faith quipped as she rolled over and straddled his waist, her long brown hair falling over them like a curtain of silk.

"Am not." Bruce grinned up playfully.

"Definitely are...don't get all protective on me husband...you know I'm fully capable of taking care of myself."

Chuckling deeply, Bruce's hazel eyes gleamed with warm affection. "Fuck I love you wife."

Faith's answering grin was mischievous but her eyes glowed with unrestrained happiness. "Yes, and I love you...I'm sorry I was gone for so long."

Bruce gripped Faith's body to his and rolled her beneath him, biting her shoulder in warning. "Yes, and you didn't respond to my texts or voicemails...Angel's either...you promised me you'd never leave me again beautiful."

Faith sighed, as she gazed up into her husband's eyes that were filled with so many emotions...but there was a bit of hurt and confusion buried underneath all the other stuff.

"I'm so sorry...I didn't know what to say. I was angry at myself and the situation. The first week after I left I just cried almost every night after getting back to the hotel. After the second week, I went running and then patrolling most nights."

At Bruce's growl of unhappiness, Faith flinched. "You went patrolling whilst pregnant! Damn it Faith!"

"I didn't know I was pregnant Bruce! I needed to slay something...anything..."

Bruce hummed but his eyes were still angry. "And did you find anything to kill?"

Faith shrugged. "Not much. A half dozen vamps and one demon. Ever since my little trip to death and back...there hasn't been much activity anywhere. Even Buffy commented on it when I talked to her."

"You talked to Buffy?"

Faith grinned sheepishly. "Yeah, a few times. She told me I was being selfish and petty too...so don't worry, she agreed with you without even knowing it."

Bruce sighed and kissed his wife softly before moving them back to where Faith was cradled into his side. "Well that's something I suppose. How is Miss Summers faring these days?"

"Fine...she and Spike are fine. They are in Los Angeles right now helping Angel with some stuff."

"Miss Summer's has some questionable relationship choices, not that I don't like Mr. Spike..."

"No, I get what you're saying. I don't think Buffy is ever going to settle down. She is a Slayer too...and while she's not the only one, my semi-retirement has thrusted her back into being the Chosen One again. I would feel bad..."

"But you don't."

"Nope." Faith lifted her head and grinned. "Not in the least. I can slay if I want to...but I'd much rather expend that energy fucking my husband...he's definitely more exciting than slaying a few

vamps."

This got a genuine laugh from Bruce as he pulled her up and kissed her hard. "Just what every man wants to hear. I'm glad that fucking me is more satisfying than slaying."

Staring into Bruce's eyes, Faith noticed that he didn't look quite as exhausted as he had this morning at his office. Running her hand down his cheek, Faith hummed in concern.

"You look a bit better than this morning...you haven't been sleeping well either?"

Bruce sighed heavily and then shook his head. "No...nightmares pretty much every night for the last couple weeks."

Faith's breath hitched. "What about?"

"Different things..." Bruce prevaricated and noticed his wife's eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"No secrets, remember?"

"I remember beautiful."

"Then perhaps you might show me last nights dream."

Bruce sat up a bit and then pulled Faith up with him. They had tried this several times over the course of their marriage. Faith's telepathic abilities had grown exponentially with time and as a result, she could speak silently to him across a crowded room, and even when they were on opposite sides of the Manor. She could send images to him as well...and over the past year she had been able to extract images from his mind if she'd needed to. It was more feelings...like empathic abilities, but if she concentrated hard enough and if he could center his thoughts...Bruce had been able to show her his own thoughts when she'd asked.

As they sat together, with Faith straddling his lap and making eye contact...Bruce tried to focus his mind on the images from his nightmare. He knew the moment the connection was made, because Faith cupped his cheeks and then slowly guided his thoughts to where she could make sense of them.

When the connection was finally broken, the shocked look of horror on his wife's face as well as the tears leaking down her cheeks made Bruce feel awful. When he went to speak, Faith shook her head and placed her fingers against his lips to keep him silent.

"Bruce...you don't really think I could ever hate you under any circumstances, do you?"

"Faith," Bruce admonished, "you know I don't have control over my dreams like you do. You left, and didn't call me or text me...I was despondent thinking you might leave me. The subconscious thoughts were there, even though I knew deep down you'd never do that...but I couldn't help but feel uncertain."

Faith's breath hitched on a sob as she leant forward and kissed him deeply. After a few minutes she pulled back and rested her forehead onto his as she spoke out haltingly.

"You are my entire world, my husband. I could never hate you and I will never leave you...not if I have anything to say about it. I'm so sorry that my own insecurities made you feel that way too. Bruce, you know how much I love you. I died to save you and Gotham...to give you a chance at a real life...not a half life. Even if you had chosen Rachel in the end, I would've never held that against you. Yes, I would've been devastated but I never would have returned to the land of the living no matter what the Powers offered me. My life isn't worth living without you in it."

Bruce gripped his wife's face and kissed her deeply before rolling her back underneath him. After a few moments when air became a biological need, they both separated a bit and Bruce spoke out with emotion.

"My life isn't worth living either, without you beautiful. This past month has been a stark reminder of what my life was like before you barreled your way into it with your fearlessness, not to mention your overwhelmingly sexy self...I am lost without you beautiful. Please don't leave me again."

"I promise I won't. This past month was torture for me as well. I was so lost Bruce. I just didn't know what to do. I couldn't get past the fact that you would end up resenting me if I couldn't give you a child. I know that was ridiculous but it doesn't change the fact that I could never leave you...It would destroy me."

"Me as well, beautiful." Bruce admitted without hesitation before his eyes took on a mischievous glow. "You know wife, I think you still owe me a favor if memory serves...I believe I never did collect on that."

Faith rolled her eyes, but her smirk was playful. "Jerk, that was three years ago. How can you remember that shit?"

Bruce chuckled. "I'm your jerk, remember? So I think you should make good on that favor, my sexy wife."

Faith's smile was positively sinful before she pushed her husband onto his back and started kissing down his chest...slowly working her way until she reached his erection, that was ready to go again. Fuck, the man was gifted!

Humming happily, Faith slowly engulfed Bruce's dick into her mouth and suckled on it like her own personal lolly...she absolutely fucking loved attending to her gorgeous husband this way and simply got off on the way he moaned out her name as he came down her throat. The fact that he tasted divine didn't hurt in the least either.

Strong hands gripped the back of her head as Faith spent extra time fondling Bruce as she sucked on him. She placed her index finger from her right hand into her mouth as she sucked and lubricated it fully before reaching down and gently inserting it into Bruce's back hole...softly rubbing the spot that was guaranteed to set him off quickly.

Bruce's moans got louder and Faith grinned over his erection as she looked up into hazel eyes that were nearly black with desire, her name falling like a prayer from her husband's lips as he arched and then squirted everything he had down her throat.

Sucking him clean, Faith removed her finger and when she pulled back, she kissed the tip of his dick lovingly before placing her chin on Bruce's stomach, her eyes glinting with pleasure and pride.

Bruce grinned down in amazement as he shook his head at his wife. "Have I told you today how fucking beautiful you are?"

Faith giggled and shook her head before moving off the bed and heading for the shower, knowing her husband would follow when he could manage it.

It was only a few minutes later when the door to their shower opened and strong arms engulfed her from behind, a gentle kiss warmed the side of her neck.

"I was thinking?" Bruce whispered playfully.

"Aren't you always?"

Teeth bit into her shoulder in retaliation of the quip, but Faith just laughed before she responded, "You were saying?"

"I was thinking," Bruce snarked out, "that we might go on a nice vacation together. Our anniversary is a couple weeks away..."

Faith hummed out in agreement. "Where did you have in mind, oh husband of mine?"

"Well, Disneyworld did enter my mind," Bruce grinned as Faith just rolled her eyes, "but I thought you might like to go somewhere tropical. You seemed to enjoy the Maldives? And we haven't had a real vacation since our honeymoon."

"That does sound tempting. Weeks of sun and sand and minimal clothing?"

"Mmmhmm," Bruce kissed his way up to Faith's ear before he whispered deeply, "clothing definitely would be optional."

Turning around into her husband's embrace, Faith lifted her arms around Bruce's neck and stared up into his eyes. "So where would you like to take me?"

"I was thinking Bora Bora."

"Isn't that in Tahiti?"

"It is."

Faith's eyebrows lifted as she thought about it for a moment. "I think that sounds perfect, but please don't get our own private island. As much as I enjoyed the privacy, it's not necessary to spend so much money on something like that."

Bruce just smiled lovingly at his wife...even after all this time she abhorred extravagance. "I make no promises beautiful. I'd rather not share you...you know this about me."

Nodding in resignation Faith grabbed her bottle of body wash and handed it to Bruce, the unspoken request was always followed through upon. "How long would we be gone?"

Bruce lathered up Faith's body as he spoke. "A month...if your OB gives permission."

"Are you planning on coming to my appointments with me?"

Bruce's gaze met hers from where he was sitting on the shower seat as he lathered up her feet one at a time. "Do you even need to ask that question?"

Faith shrugged. "Just checking."

"Yes, well...for the record, I fully plan on being at every appointment as I'm sure I'll have many questions for your OB."

"Control freak much?"

Bruce grinned. "You already know the answer to that question beautiful...shall I demonstrate?"

Faith's breath caught as she bit her lip at the look her husband was giving her. "What did you have in mind?"

Gripping his wife's hips and pulling her towards him, Bruce smirked before latching his mouth on Faith's pussy, her hands instinctively gripping onto his head as he feasted upon her until she broke apart with a shattered cry of his name. He then turned her around to face the shower wall before standing and pushing himself into her from behind, while pinning her arms above her head...her lusty moans fueling his desire.

When he felt her body tighten, Bruce took one of his hands and reached around, pinching Faith's clit hard and her screams had him following her over the edge almost immediately.

As they collapsed against the shower wall spent, Bruce whispered deeply into his wife's ear. "I love you so much beautiful."

"As I love you, more than anything."